It's not all sunshine and rainbows

The story was prompted by a guest and the prompt was After coming out, Jason quickly enters his first relationship with a guy, though it's not all that this seems.

This story deals with relationship abuse, so I want to put a warning out there, that this one chapter will be rated M. If anyone feels uncomfortable reading this, for any reason whatsoever, then please don't. I would hate to trigger someone. Although, this is mainly focused around a relationship, there isn't any smut so don't worry if you feel uncomfortable reading that.

Surprisingly, coming out to his family had been a lot easier that Jason had originally thought it would have been. He had been aware of his... preferences for almost a year before moving up to Chester, too scared to say anything in case his family's reaction was less than admirable, and he was cast aside.

It was a stupid fear and Jason knew that before he even told his family he was gay, but that didn't stop it from being there, at the back of his mind, stopping him from telling his family the moment he had accepted himself.

But there had been little reaction of the negative sort when he had informed them, which had lifted a whole weight from Jason's shoulders, though to be fair to his family, he hadn't exactly given them a lot of warning that he was going to drop a bombshell on them.

It had been a typical Sunday night, the whole family was crowded around the table, picking at the inedible food that Sandy had 'cooked' for them and keeping up an easy flow of conversation. Only one person was quiet, Jason had finally convinced himself that he needed to tell his family that he was gay.

He had kept it hidden for too long and they needed to know, he felt awful about lying to them for so long, so he had decided to tell them after dinner that night. Whilst Jason was having an internal crisis, planning and scripting what he was going to say in his head, the others were doing everything in their power to force down the cremated toad in the hole, not noticing the youngest's dilemma.

Through years of experience, Joe knew that the only way he would be able to finish the meal in front of him, would be to make in completely unrecognisable. He went to grab the ketchup by Jason's plate, though he was too far away to grab it.

"Pass us the ketchup Jase," he requested.

"I'm gay," Jason said on automatic, eyes widening as he realised what words had just spilled out of his mouth, completely by accident. No-one said anything for a moment, the only noise in the whole house being the sound of Freddie choking on his water.

The second eldest Roscoe brother had unfortunately taken a sip of his drink when Jason made his confession, and had gone to snort with amusement at the ridiculousness of the situation, only for the water to go down his windpipe.

When Freddie's coughing fit had subsided, Jason looked up from his plate, cautiously making eye contact with the others. He couldn't decipher what was in their looks, though he saw no disappointment or anger, a good sign surely?

"Does that affect your passing the ketchup skills" Joe asked after a pause.

"Uh... what?" Jason asked, waiting for the bomb to hit. Was that it? Was something actually able to happen in his disordered and overly dramatic family without any sort of consequence?

"His hearing too by the looks of things," Ziggy grinned as the others all lightly chuckled.

"We don't care Jase, I mean we do care about you, but you're still you-" Sandy rambled, silencing when Jason took his mum's hand and squeezed it, thanking her silently.

"So, this isn't a problem for any of you?" Jason asked, turning to Robbie. Although he would never admit it, his twin's opinion mattered greatly to him and he wouldn't be able to deal if Robbie refused to speak to him about this.

"Course it ain't mate," Robbie said, knowing Jason was directly asking him. "But you're definitely going to have to give me warning if you bring a bloke round, I don't need to see that." The grin that had formed on Jason's face refused to leave and he tucked into his dinner with gusto now, earlier nerves gone.

He knew there had been little to worry about, his family weren't homophobic in the slightest, despite people's beliefs about Robbie, but Jason knew his brother too well. Robbie wasn't homophobic, but he was good at finding peoples weak spots and manipulating them, to get what he wanted.

If being gay was his way to get in, Robbie would use any sort of language and actions to get what he wanted. It wasn't a good characteristic to have, something Jason had told him plenty of times, but if it made it so that Robbie could accept him, he guess he could handle it for the moment.

Maybe Robbie would grow out of his manipulative stage, though tonight was not that night. "Come on Jase," said brother called, dragging him into The Loft by the scruff of the collar, and winking slyly at the bouncer who he had just spent the last ten minutes talking to, the older man now looking slightly ill.

"Do I even know want to know what you said to that poor bloke?" Jason questioned as they wandered up the steps, manoeuvring past a grinding couple in the corner.

"Probably not, though I can show you the pictures," Robbie replied, wiggling his eyebrows. "Although, we're not here to talk about what dirt I've got on dear old Greg, we're here to get you a man. What you need is a god old lay and-"

"Do you have to be so crude?" Jason interrupted, passing over a crisp note to the barmaid and smiling in thanks as she passed over his beer and change.

"Part of me charm bro,"

"Well, I can do without that charm thank you very much."

"Rubbish, you don't know what you're talking about. After tonight you'll be thanking me for ages and don't you forget it."

"We'll see," Jason replied dryly, taking a sip of his beer before spluttering loudly, as Robbie dragged him away from the bar.

"You ain't going to get anywhere if you hide away for the whole night, especially if you're drinking something as boring as carlsberg. Where's the brightly coloured cocktail? The neon straws? The paper umbrella?"

"I'm gay, not flamboyant." Robbie appeared to not have heard him, though the short dig in the ribs that Jason received, suggested otherwise. Instead of crying out, he rolled his eyes when his brother's back was turned, allowing himself to be dragged into the centre of the dance floor and quickly losing himself in the music, mindlessly grinding with a number of different people.

This continued for a few songs before Jason pulled away, panting heavily and making his way back to the bar. He briefly looked for Robbie, grimacing when he saw his brother being dragged into one of the toilets by a leggy, scantily clad blonde.

Before he could pull out his wallet and order another beer, the barmaid pushed over a bright blue cocktail, accompanied with a neon pink paper umbrella. It looked absolutely vile and Jason stared blankly at the drink for a minute, unsure of what to do next and mentally killing Robbie 10 times over.

"The guy in the leather jacket bought it for you," the barmaid told him, shooting him an amused look. "Not sure whether I agree with your face or not, it's difficult to decide whether to be amused or offended."

Jason tore his eyes away from the drink, searching for the guy that the young brunette had described to him. It only took a second, but when Jason saw him, his breath caught. The guy was older (though everyone in this place was, both twins were a couple of months short of 18, but due to Robbie's... conniving self they'd had no trouble all night), and was incredibly good looking.

He must have only been in his early twenties and the messy stubble that littered his face, accompanied by his sparking blue eyes and curly dark hair meant that there was no way this guy didn't have girls and guys alike, falling at his feet. Jason was pretty sure, he was being added to that list.

The mystery guy smiled and motioned to the drink, so automatically Jason picked up the glass and took a careful sip (he didn't want to seem rude after all) though he instantly regretted his earlier politeness.

The drink was beyond vile and it took all of his self restraint to not spit it out right there and then. His eyes watered furiously as he swallowed the monstrosity, throat burning.

"It looked pretty gross," a low voice said behind Jason, and he turned instantly, jaw dropping as he saw the man from across the bar mere inches away from him!

"You think?" Jason uttered, wincing as his voice broke halfway through, throat still adjusting to the sudden torture it had gone through.

"I promise I'm not usually this intruding, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with your brother and thought you really needed to try this crime of humanity. Didn't realise it'd be as gross as it looked."

"Well, it was rank, Though you're free to try it, if you don't fully believe me."

"I'm good," the god told him laughing. "I don't think I'd even manage one sip." Jason laughed lightly, feeling his cheeks flush slightly, though he hoped it wouldn't be noticeable under the lighting.

They lapsed into an awkward silence as Jason tried to desperately think of something to say, cursing his awkward self. "I'm going out for a fag, you coming?"

"Sure," Jason nodded, following the guy out of the club, smiling in thanks when he passed over an unlit cigarette and lighter. He lit up easily and inhaled deeply, instantly feeling the familiar sense of a niccy rush. He felt the guy's eyes boring into his and looked back curiously. "Yes?"

"Nothing, just wouldn't think a guy like you smoked."

"A guy like me?" Jason asked, the amusement seeping into his tone.

"You know, you seem like the goody two shoes type. The amount of people who've started coughing mid-drag when I've offered a fag is outstanding."

"First impressions don't always count for everything," Jason told him lightly, taking another a drag. "Nah I'm not a regular smoker or anything, normally just at parties."

"Yeah I'm starting to see that, that first impressions don't always count that is," the guy said lowly, giving Jason an appreciative look. "I'm Pete by the way, Pete Stewart."

"Jason Roscoe," Jason replied, smiling lightly.

"Don't recognise that name, what course are you studying?"

"Uhh I'm not actually at uni yet, still doing my a-levels."

"I didn't think you were at HCC, I would have definitely remembered you during Freshers." The utterance was accompanied by another sultry look, and Jason suddenly felt extremely weak at the knees.

"Nah I'm not really that memorable," he shrugged, trying to keep his tone light to avoid becoming utterly depressive and boring, he really didn't want to scare Pete away.

"Now I disagree," Pete said, flicking his fag butt to the ground, not taking his eyes off of Jason. "There's no way I'll be forgetting someone like you." Suddenly he was in Jason's face, though it didn't feel intrusive.

He leant in, pausing to give time for the younger boy to move away though there was no way Jason was going to do anything like that. Instead he leant forward, sealing his lips with Pete's, the kiss slowly turning from soft and gentle to enthusiastic and passionate.

As they leant against the club wall, panting loudly into one another's mouths, Jason couldn't help but mentally thank Robbie.

He so owed his brother.

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The next few weeks passed by in a hazy yet amazing blur. After their impromptu make out session by the club, both Pete and Jason exchanged numbers, before spending the rest of the night in the same manner as they previously had done so.

Robbie had spotted them on the main dancefloor, throwing an enthusiastic thumbs up and wink to his brother, before going back to find the blonde from earlier. Since then, they'd been in constant contact.

Cinema dates, lunch at McDonald's and good morning texts, it felt like young love's dream and was the perfect first relationship for Jason, but all good things must come to an end, though some end a bit more explosively than others. This was one of those.

Whilst the Roscoes knew about Pete's existence and his involvement with Jason, none of them had actually met him, bar Robbie, who had only talked to him for a few minutes on the first night the young couple had met.

Jason was adamant that they wouldn't get to meet him either, not wanting his crazy family to scare Pete off. Pete had said little on the matter, happy to keep his distance from his boyfriend's protective brothers.

This was why, on one Saturday night, they found themselves sneaking into the Roscoe household for a bit of quality time, as their usual sanctuary (Pete's flat) had been flooded.

"Shhh," Jason shushed, trying to quell Pete's laughter and only starting himself off too, as they scarpered up the stairs, desperately hoping that the others wouldn't choose to leave the living room, where they were all sat, watching an old movie and waiting for the heavy rain to pass.

Jason had managed to get out of the 'family bonding session' with a well placed lie about lots of coursework to catch up on. As the couple piled into Jason's room, Pete pushed him into the wall, both boys instantly freezing as they waited for someone to notice the noise, though after a minute of nothing, they relaxed and Pete pulled Jason into a searing kiss.

"Best idea ever," the older boy crowed, laughing deliriously.

"Bit cocky aren't we?" Jason joked, nibbling Pete's lobe, just as he liked it. Pete moaned quietly, smoothing his hands over Jason's chest, though instead of stopping like he normally did, he moved down to his trousers, cupping him and groaning, not noticing that Jason had stilled as he thrusted gently, letting the younger boy feel his hardness.

"No, not now," Jason muttered, removing Pete's hands and blushing furiously. "I'm not... I'm not ready."

"Come on babes, it's just a handjob, I'll even return the favour."
"No Pete," Jason said firmly, hoping that his boyfriend would get the message. "Don't be such a tease Jase, you obviously want it as much as I do." The brunette muttered, a strange hardness to his tone that Jason had never heard before.

He looked down, noting the similar tent in his own pants, though he had been well aware of its presence earlier. "But-"

"But nothing," Pete said, his voice going back to its soft tone. "We're in a relationship and you do like me right?"

"Course."

"Well then, you should be okay doing this. It's just normal, and I have been taking it really slow, because I know I'm your first boyfriend, but we all have needs. You do understand don't you?" Guilt came crashing down and Jason mentally cursed himself.

He didn't want Pete thinking he didn't like him and it was only natural that he wanted their relationship to move along. It was normal after all, most kids in his year had long since lost their virginity and here he was, scared of giving a bloody hand job!

Instead of saying anything, he kissed Pete furiously, trailing his hand down the brunettes toned chest and down to his trousers, where he then began undoing the flies, nerves growing with every second. Pete shrugged his jeans down with ease, pants accompanying them and Jason felt himself freeze for a second as what he was going to do struck home.

Taking a deep breath, Jason moved his hand forward, stroking gently, though Pete's moans told him he was doing ok. And it was pretty hot too, seeing his usually composed boyfriend with such little control, because of something he was doing.

Before either boy could get any further, the bedroom door swung open, revealing a very shocked Robbie who froze mid-sentence.

"Urgh, I'm... yeah I'm going to go." He said, averting his gaze, before practically running down the stairs and into the living room. Neither Pete or Jason said anything, too mortified to even move.

Eventually, the young Roscoe snapped out of it, his face furiously flushing a magnificent red, as he let his hand drop, whilst Pete quickly pulled up his trousers, refusing to even look over to Jason.

"Oh my God," Jason muttered to himself. "Please tell me that just didn't happen. That couldn't have just happened, there's no way that just happened. Oh my God, that just happened. Rob's never going to let me live that down."
"Shh babe," Pete comforted, hugging the panicked boy, though Jason could hear his furiously paced heartbeat, as he rested his head against Pete's chest. "It'll be fine, I promise."

Once Jason had calmed, Pete pulled away, looking down into the smaller boy's eyes. "To be honest, I'm not really in the mood anymore. I think it would just be best if I left, I'll call you tomorrow?" Jason nodded, knowing it was for the best.

He moved with Pete, cursing when he saw the living room door was open, the majority of the family still seated around, though Joe, Lindsey and Ziggy had all disappeared at some point.

"Jason, come in here please, with your, uh friend" Sandy called, causing her youngest to curse once more as he shared a panicked look with Pete. As one, they turned into the living room, staring sheepishly at the floor. "I'm assuming this is Pete then?"

"Uh, yes maam," Pete said smoothly, smiling at her and pleasantly surprised when Sandy smiled back. Jason thanked God that Robbie hadn't appeared to have told their mum what he had walked in on, though his nerves returned when he saw that both Robbie and Freddie were lightly snickering to one another.

"You like football Pete?"

"Yeah, it's okay I guess..." Pete replied, obviously unsure of where Robbie was going with his unusual question, whilst Jason glared at both his brothers, knowing what was going to come next. "Ah, you just missed the match, though there were other things that were keeping you occupied I'm sure."

Jason felt Pete stiffen next to him, though Robbie simply didn't care, enjoying the moment to embarrass both guys further, in front of Sandy no less. "Johnson proper cocked up in the second half, I guess he just doesn't have the right spunk to go far."

"Rob's right, his effort was was half harded, I mean, half hearted at best," Freddie cut in, as Robbie began laughing uncontrollably, sharing a gleeful look with his older brother as the young couple only glared them down, all four ignoring the confused looks that Sandy was shooting them.

Although she didn't know exactly what was going on, Sandy knew that it would be best to move the subject along, before someone did something they regretted.

"You should come round more often though love, it'd be lovely to talk to you properly." She told Pete, shooting a warning glance over to Robbie and Freddie, both boys still laughing.

"Urm, yeah I'd love to," Pete said, shooting another glare at the brothers, before leaving the living room, Jason close behind.

"I'm so sorry Pete-" Jason started when they were in the garden, with no way of the others overhearing the conversation, the light rain slowly soaking them both. "I can't believe Robbie told the others."

Pete growled, fists clenched tightly. "What a little shit,"

"Hey, he's still my brother, you can't just say that!"

"Oh give it a rest Jase, you know I'm right. He had no right to tell Freddie, and then to just flaunt it in front of my face, what fucking cheek."

"I think you just need to calm-" But once again, Jason was interrupted by Pete's shout.

"So you're defending them? They were mocking you too you know. You know what, I can't do this anymore, today's proved that you're just a kid. I like my boyfriends to be a bit more... mature."

"What? Are you... are you breaking up with me?" Jason asked, unable to believe what he was hearing, blood thundering in his ears as the fear began to rise. "But you can't, please Pete no."

"Sorry Jase, it was fun, but we're just not right for one another. And I have needs, something you were too inexperienced to fulfil."

"Please Pete, we can still do this. I'll do whatever you want, just don't go." But Pete was already walking down the lane, oblivious to Jason's cries.

The younger boy waited in his garden for a further five minutes, desperately hoping that Pete would reappear and take him back, though he soon had to give up. Sighing, he turned back to the house, hoping that if anyone saw him, they'd mistake his tears for raindrops.

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"Come on Jase, you've been ignoring me all day, you can't seriously be this annoyed," Robbie cried as the twins walked out of school the next day. Just as he had been doing since last night, Jason made no motion to indicate that he'd heard Robbie, keeping his fast pace up and only stopping when he felt Robbie's hand on his shoulder.

"Get off of me," he said through gritted teeth, anger flowing through his veins. "You did this, you made Pete dump me because of what you and Freddie said."

"Well he can't have been that good of a boyfriend, if he dumped you because of a few jokes," Robbie grunted, though he did look somewhat guilty. Jason sighed, turning away from his brother, though he stopped short when he spotted a very familiar figure. Pete was walking down the playground, ignoring the appreciative looks sent his way by the other pupils, eyes only on Jason.

"Hi," he said slowly, when he reached both brothers, and it was only then that Jason realised his eyes were red, as if he had been crying. "I'm so sorry Jason, I completely over-reacted yesterday."

"You think?" Robbie muttered from beside Jason, though he wasn't paid any attention.

"I've just been going through the whole thing in my head, and I can't believe I was so stupid to end it. I love you Jason, I guess I was too scared to say anything before."

"Really?" Jason asked, unable to believe someone like Pete would love him. When Pete only nodded, a smile broke out and he couldn't help but feel weak at the knees. "I love you too."

"So, you'll take me back?" Pete asked, stubbornly ignoring Robbie who was mock retching beside them.

"Course I will," Jason breathed, squeaking at the sudden movement, when Pete pulled him into a searing kiss.

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The next few weeks passed in a similar manner to the first part of the relationship, though Pete refused to even step foot into the Roscoe household, not wanting past events to repeat themselves. This meant, they ended up spending most of their time in Pete's grungy flat, which he shared with two other guys from his uni course.

Their relationship had been progressing a lot more though, physically at least. And sure, Pete was normally the one to start it, the one to persuade Jason to take that extra step when he wasn't sure, but wasn't that normal?

He was older after all, the one with more experience. If he wanted something, then really, Jason was there to provide, and Pete was helping him out a lot anyway. Showing him what was what and so on.

It wasn't as bad as it sounded anyway, Jason did enjoy what they did together and he did love Pete and Pete loved him and that was the most important thing.

One Friday night, just under two months after they got back together, Jason and Pete found themselves at one of the many parties held by uni students. It was looking to be a good night, and Jason was looking forward to getting back to Pete's flat to spend some personal time with his boyfriend.

"You want to dance?" a small brunette asked, her eyes sparkling as she played with a strand of hair.

"Urm, I'm just waiting for my boyfriend, sorry," Jason said, smiling in apology as he searched for Pete in the crowd.

"Oh well, worth a try," the girl shrugged, sitting next to Jason on the sofa and taking a sip of her drink. "Do I know him?"

"Pete Stewart ring any bells?" Jason asked, hoping it would be a no and the girl would choose to leave him alone.

"So you're Pete's lad," the girl said, her jovial tone long gone, the sudden change startling to see. "Look he may be a good boyfriend now but I've heard-"

"You've heard what Stacey?" Pete's tone was hard and he was glaring at the girl with almost hatred in his eyes

"Urh... nothing, nothing at all," the girl said, her tone meek. She stood and went to leave, staying well away from Pete. "Nice meeting you Jason."

"Uh, you too," Jason replied, confused by the weird turn of events. When Stacey had left, he turned to Pete, taking the glass from his hand. "What was that about?"

"Nothing love, this place is full of rumours and Stacey never knows when to keep her mouth shut. Come on, lets go, I'd rather spend some time at the flat with you." He pulled Jason up, and practically dragged him out of the party, to his nearby flat.

Once there he shared a searing hot kiss with Jason and despite a well placed roll of his hips, that would usually leave him weak at the knees, Jason was no longer in the mood after seeing Stacey's reaction to Pete.

"Not tonight," he told Pete firmly, a hit of fear spiking through him at the cold look that took over his boyfriend.

"You're kidding me? You were all over me this evening and then flaunting yourself with that slut Stacey-"

"I'm gay Pete! I wasn't doing anything with Stacey, I'd only just met her, and even if I'd known her for years, I wouldn't be doing anything with her, due to her lacking some certain parts."

"Don't even try that Jason. You were showing yourself off, teasing me all night and then you completely backtrack."

"I wasn't doing anything, it's not my fault you thought you were going to get something that I never promised anyway-" He was interrupted by a blow to the stomach, doubling over and gasping for breath as he looked in pure shock at Pete.

When he felt like he was okay, Jason stood up straight, unable to believe what Pete had just done to him. "You hit me? What the fuck Pete?"

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry babes. I didn't mean it, I don't even know how it happened."

"Whatever, I'm leaving," Jason shouted, making his way to the door, but his path was quickly blocked.

"You can't leave me, I love you. You're my everything Jason, I didn't mean it, I was just angry. What you were saying and then seeing you at the party, it was just too much, I just lost control."

He knew it was wrong, Jason knew he shouldn't go back to Pete, not after what he had done, but it was just a mistake. Pete certainly looked apologetic enough, tears were streaming down his face and he looked like he wanted nothing more than to touch Jason once more, to make sure he wasn't going to leave.

"I'll stay," he said, knowing he had done the right thing when relief seemed to flood through Pete's whole being.

"Thank you love. I promise that will never happen again." Pete said, moving forward and pressing a gentle kiss on Jason's lips. "Let me take care of you tonight, to make up for it."

Although, Jason still wasn't in the mood, what could he do? Pete wanted to make this up to him, wanted to show that he was sorry, it really wouldn't be best if he told Pete no. So he pushed down his reluctance, returning Pete's next kiss with as much as enthusiasm as he could muster and praying that he was still doing the right thing.

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The thing is, once the damn's been broken, it's almost impossible to stop other things from flooding through, and even then, they never stop becoming bigger, more traumatic.

That one punch was the damn breaking and after that, the once amazing and love-filled relationship became solely about hidden bruises, tears, apologies and beatings. Lots of beatings.

Small things that once may have annoyed Pete, became huge and he was never afraid to show his displeasure. In just three short months, Jason Roscoe was practically unrecognisable.

He didn't hang out with his friends. Pete hated them, thought they were too immature and attention seeking.

He only went to parties that Pete said he could go to. That way, he was never alone, could never be chatted up by other people, couldn't leave Pete for other people. Like he'd be that stupid.

He always did what Pete wanted him to do. It felt like that his primary purpose was to please his boyfriend, never mind what time of day it was. Never mind that his own needs weren't ever met.

Hell, he rarely spent time with his family anymore. Pete didn't like them either. Sandy was an interfering old bag. Joe was a dense cave man. Freddie was conner, no conscience to keep him up at night.
Ziggy was a walking STD. Robbie was a little shit who needed to keep his nose out of things, and should have more respect for his fucking elders. Even Lindsey couldn't escape his scorn, for someone not part of the family, she wasn't half intrusive.

The Roscoe's had all noticed that change, but had no clue as to what was bothering Jason, everytime they tried to talk to him, he closed off, refusing to answer any of their questions. Those days were common and always ended in disaster and Jason hated himself for pushing his family away, but what else could he do?

"Jason! Come down here please, I need a word." Sandy yelled up the stairs, motioning for her son to sit when he entered the living room, a confused look on his face. "The school just rang and they're worried about you. You've been missing classes a lot these last few weeks and all your grades have been suffering."

Jason sighed, knowing he'd been caught out. It was true, his grades had been gradually getting worse, but he figured it wasn't anything to worry about, he could always lift them during exam week. And for the skiving, well he'd been with Pete. As always.

"Are you going to say anything, tell me why you've been skipping classes?" Sandy asked, her annoyance clear to see.

"Robbie skives all the time," Jason pointed out, hoping that he could quickly switch the subject round before leaving.

"And I have a go at him for it too, but this isn't like you J. You've always been a good kid, but now, you're getting into trouble and you're out every night with Pete."

"He's my boyfriend mum, we're allowed to hang out."

"Well not at the sacrifice to your grades. I'm serious Jason, I don't want you seeing that boy anymore, he's a bad influence."

"I'm eighteen mum, you can't tell me what to do!"

"You've been eighteen for two weeks, not exactly mature adult material. And whilst you're still at school and living under my roof, I can tell you exactly what to do."

"Whatever," Jason growled, in no mood for his mother to shout at him. Pete had been in a bad mood all day too, the new bruises on his torso proved that. "I'm going to Pete's."

"Don't even think about it," Sandy cried, but Jason was already gone, front door slamming behind him. He practically ran to his boyfriend's flat, knocking furiously until the older man answered the door, looking confused when Jason barrelled through.

"Are James and Tyler in?" He asked, referring to Pete's housemates.

"No, they've gone to a party. Are you okay babe?"

"Just had an argument with mum is all, I hope it's okay that I'm here."

"Hey you know it is, I love having you round. What was it about?"

"She was just complaining about school, my grades have dropped slightly."

"You're still the smartest guy I know, she's just worrying over nothing and getting herself involved." Pete said softly, kissing Jason lightly and showing he was there for him. The kiss quickly changed pace though, with Pete flicking his tongue over Jason's upper lip, his hands cradling the base of Jason's neck.

"No, not tonight Pete," Jason said, pulling away.

"Come on love, it'll make you feel better."

"I said no damnit!" The anger from earlier that evening came to the forefront, releasing suddenly. "I've just spent half the evening arguing with my mum, who's determined to make me leave you. I don't want sex, I just want comfort, I want to feel like I belong somewhere."

"She what?" Pete growled, and Jason cursed himself for his earlier slip. "What the hell is your whore of a mother saying about me now?"

"Don't say that about my mum," Jason yelled, unable to deal with the constant slating of his family, moving to lunge, though he was pushed roughly against the wall, head banging against the plaster. A fist came flying towards his face and blinded him where he stood.

Jason was left staggering as he tried to acclimatise to the sudden pain that seared through his whole face. He fell to the floor as more punches rained down on him, crying out and trying to stop Pete to no effect. This was it. This was how he was going to die.

Surprisingly, the punches soon stopped, though Jason didn't move until he heard the front door open and close again, presumably Pete had left, assuming Jason was unconscious or worse... He needed to get out of there, before Pete came back and actually finished the job.

He woozily made his way to his feet, almost throwing up as the world span round, though making it to the door some what quickly. He didn't know how he got back home, but one second he was at the block of flats, the next he was staggering through the door, the shocked cries of his family breaking through his haze.

"Who did this? Baby, what's happened? Where's Pete?" His mother questioned, getting him to sit down, as the others frantically moved around him.

And it all came out. The jealously, the threats, the beatings. Every part of his relationship with Pete came spilling out of Jason's mouth and he couldn't seem to control his actions.

When he'd finished, the blood that had practically covered his whole face had been wiped away and the whole family were seated, absolutely horrified to hear what had happened to one of their own.

"I'm going to kill him," Freddie promised, the others all nodding in agreement.

"No you can't," Jason said, lunging forward and instantly regretting the sudden movement, as the world spun once more.

"No-one's killing anyone," Sandy said sternly. "But we need to do something Jason. We need to get the police involved love, I know it's difficult, but Pete's dangerous, he may hurt others. God' knows where he is now, you were just lucky he left when he did."

Knowing what his mum was saying was right, Jason nodded, sighing as Lindsey picked the phone up and began dialling.

"You tell me if anything like this happens again, God forbid." Sandy said softly. "You're my son Jason, I would have only helped you."

"I know mum," Jason said softly, tears spilling as his mum pulled him into a hug. It had been difficult finally telling his family what had been going on, and the road to recovery would be even harder, but with his family there, to support him on every step of the way, Jason knew he couldn't go wrong.

I promise there are nicer oneshots coming up, I do.

Thank you all, for the lovely responses last chapter. I am so sorry I made so many of you cry though :')

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